Dreaming Of Coughing Up Blood Novels & Stories

It wasn't stopping, my body was convulsing with it, both hands over my mouth, and I couldn't get ahead of it, couldn't find the gap between spasms to pull in a proper breath… I looked at my hands. Dark blood. More than last time. So much more. Clots of it on my palm and dripping between my fingers and still coming, each cough bringing more, and I was on my feet somehow trying to get to the door and my legs weren't cooperating, the room tilting, the floor closer than it should be. I tried to call out. Nothing came. Just the cough. Just the blood. Just the floor coming up to meet me as I grabbed the wall and missed and went down on my knees.

I can’t bеаr tо tоuсh іt ѕо I juѕt lеаn uр against thе wall аnd let thе wаtеr wаѕh mе dоwn. Mу head іѕ foggy. I саn hаrdlу ѕее thrоugh the tеаrѕ аnd thе wаtеr. I fееl dіzzу and thіѕ time, I do thrоw uр. The vоmіt mixes wіth thе blood, but іt сlоgѕ thе drаіn, аnd I can’t believe thіѕ nightmare іѕ mу lіfе.

“Aren’t you hungry? Let’s just continue this tomorrow, yeah?” “Sure.” I said in a low voice. He offered a hand; I grinned before taking his hand. Gideon helped me stand up. We were laughing because he won’t stop making jokes about almost everything. It was almost nightfall and the sun was slowly disappearing. Huh, I didn’t even take a nap as I planned to do the whole day. I stopped walking when I felt my throat flinch. A cough escaped my mouth, I was coughing blood. It wasn’t even dark red, it’s almost black.

Humans say that dreams are most times things that we thought about during the day, so since the coven have been in my mind since morning, that probably explains why am dreaming of blood rains. I tried going back to sleep but even that didn't go well for me so I opted for water instead. I walked into the kitchen and took a glass cup from the cabinet. Positioning it directly under the tap, I gave the tap a clock wise twist. Water rushed out but slowly, it turned to blood. I took a step back and nearly bumped into the kitchen stool in fright and confusion. "Why am I getting blood instead of water? What is happening?" I slapped myself... How crazy I've become that am now talking to myself. If on

The happier he felt, the more uneasy he became, always fearing that heaven would take away his happiness. At first, he did not take the coughing seriously. With his good health, a severe cold usually passed within a few days. He had been a long-time fitness enthusiast, and his physical condition was excellent. However, once he started coughing up blood, his unease grew into fear. He desperately hoped that the test results from abroad would show everything was fine.

Jared’s hands were trembling, he did not manage to finish reading, he fell on his back all of a sudden, and passed out. Susan screamed hysterically while Fiona was busy crying, Susan came down from upstairs to slap Jared’s cheek, it took some time for Jared to wake up. However, Jared started to cough non-stop, and he was coughing so badly that he was almost losing his breath. Susan was helping him to calm down, after Jared coughed for a while, suddenly he took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth. Fiona shouted in surprise, “Dad, you’re coughing blood!” Jared passed out again after she shouted.

“ Logan!” She cried when she saw him vomiting blood once again, she hated him yes but she did not want to watch him die right in front of her. “ Why are you crying?” She heard him say as he pushed himself up from the tree against which he was leaning. When she heard his casual voice she could not help but think whether she was imagining him vomiting blood but when she looked at the small puddle of blood that was next to his feet, she knew that she did not imagine him coughing up blood. But instead of looking rouged up, the man was smiling at him with his lips dyed red, “ What do you think? Any suggestions as to why I am coughing up blood?”

Drowning in my own magic. Could this day possibly get any worse? I'd chopped off the head of my mother in here and now some crazy nutjob of a prime-direct was going to stuff me so full of my own magic that I died from it? Another breath that felt like fire in my chest. I could feel the blood boiling in my veins, filling my lungs. I coughed, spewing blood all over the pavement. Gross. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Mixed with the deep red was a sparkling silver that mesmerized me. Another wrenching cough cured my fascination.

Or is it that these people have brought me to a place that he isn't able to find? What is their purpose in kidnapping me? Are they going to torture me? Is it related to my secret? Have they found something about my powers? Is it why I am kidnapped? I thought before coughing. I opened my eyes to look around myself to see if I was in the same place or if they had shifted me again when I coughed again. Seeing the blood smeared on the ground, I looked at it in horror. Is it my blood? Why am I coughing blood? I thought, feeling scared now.

“I could still smell blood.” “What do you mean?” He rubbed his eye with the back of his finger. “I don’t smell anything.” “I was dreaming. Gray and red wolves were lifeless with bites on their necks.” “Lie back down. It’s just a dream.” “I know. Since we met, I have had three dreams. The first one was people lying in a pool of blood. The second one when you watched me sleeping.” It might be embarrassing to admit, but he had to know. “I dreamed of us together.”